by Pamela Ann Cleverly
Christmas is nearly upon us and I haven’t bought a single present, sent out cards or baked cookies. We’ve only had one day with enough snow to cover the grass and that didn’t last more than a few hours. It was seventy degrees over the weekend and the flowers that I never got around to pulling out of the urn on the front stoop are blooming again! This is northeastern Ohio. We should be buried in snow by now. I should be shoveling the front walk to make a path to the car. Then dust the snow from around the door so the flakes don’t blow inside as I retrieve the snowbrush. With the white stuff cleared from all the nooks and crannies of my SUV, I’m ready to take on the plowed roads while listening to holiday music on the radio. I slip and slide through the slush in the mall parking lot, push my shopping cart through more slush at the grocery store and put folded dollar bills into the Salvation Army’s kettle with Santa wishing me a merry Christmas. In the past, this has always jump-started me into the Christmas spirit.
Being a new author, I now have deadlines. But I also realize how important memories are, especially Christmas memories. Those times spent with family and friends, laughter, children playing, dogs barking, and fruitcake. I don’t need snow to find Christmas, I just need to slow down and look for the holiday spirit in my heart.
Olivia’s life has been filled with deception and tragedy. On the outside, she lives a lavish life that most people would envy. But underneath she is haunted, knowing she is responsible for the death of her family. After a disastrous marriage ends, Olivia is determined to build a new life.
Under her new identity, Olivia takes on a high-powered job and becomes part of Cleveland’s social scene. When tragedy strikes again, Olivia is left with almost nothing . . . except questions.
With her reputation in shreds, she takes shelter in the tiny village of Marblehead, Ohio, and rebuilds her life yet again, this time in the shadow of the lighthouse. When she begins to fall for the local boat mechanic, she hopes the cycle of tragedy is finally broken . . . and then the accidents begin.